To know what is and is not,
Relevant to have significance...
Takes accepting to admit,
Being ignorant...
And aware of it to know,
That lack of understanding...
Kept defended,
Leaves one socially limited.
To be left calling others stupid,
For asking questions...
Those too ignorant pretend,
Too often to know...
With their mouths open.
Shown to disclose,
Lessons missed.
And just how ignorant,
People refuse to accept...
Themselves to be.
'I don't understand,
Why people are quiet.
With nothing to say.
If I have something to say,
I am going to do just 'THAT'! '
'Well...
Some listen to learn.
And others...
Will never learn to listen.'
'Oh yeah?
If it's something,
That I want to hear...
I will pay attention and listen.'
'Hmmm...
That's great.
Now...
How often does that happen?
And...
Who was it you respected,
To give your attention to?
What did they have,
To impress you that much?
New shoes?
Car or hairdo? '
'You will not make what I do,
Personal to attack me.
And besides...
My interests are mine to keep.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem